The master can only respond that the county magistrate's desire for silver has overwhelmed the fear of Heifengzhai, so it is not something he can persuade, and Heifengzhai must not dare to blatantly kill officials and rebel.
The fat county magistrate's momentum suddenly disappeared, and he whispered: "I didn't kill people, so the Black Wind Village Master wouldn't come to trouble me!" "
The master twisted the rat's whiskers: "Probably not, but just in case, ask your sister for help and ask the prefect to send reinforcements." "
The fat county magistrate said: "Yes, although he is the prefect and my brother-in-law, we are both a family, as long as we send an eagle and wolf guard, we are not afraid of anyone." Although he is stout, he has a sister who is like a flower, and he is favored by the prefect and takes in a concubine, which is very favored. He also followed the rising tide, begging his sister to blow the pillow wind and ask him for an official position.
The prefect didn't like him, so he casually sent him to the remote city of Qingyang to be the county magistrate, which neither gave him the opportunity to be a fox or a tiger, but also kept him away from his sister, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.
The master thought to himself: How can the Eagle and Wolf Guard be so easy to send, and it is almost enough to find a decent guard in the prefect's mansion. "What about Li Qingshan?"
The fat county magistrate thought for a while and said, "How can he be regarded as my savior, when I see him, give him some silver taels, and send him somewhere else, Qinghe Mansion is so big, where can't I go." "
In Lema Village, Huang Binghu was surprised when he got the news, and then laughed: "Good kill!" Since taking the spirit wine, his illness has disappeared, he has become ruddy and angry, and his martial arts have not only recovered, but also made great progress.
"Headhunter, if he offends the Black Wind Village like this, won't he cause trouble for Lema Zhuang? He was carrying your stone splitting bow, which you shouldn't have given him in the first place, and now that he is missing, I am afraid he has fled. "
Xiao Hei was dissatisfied in his heart, and ate Li Qingshan's fist at the market that day, although he did not dare to retaliate, but he was also a little resentful, originally he was the leader of the young generation in the village, but as soon as Li Qingshan came, he completely overshadowed him, and now he was in such a big limelight, and his heart was full of jealousy.
Huang Binghu said: "Heifengzhai came to the door, what means are there, we will continue, but he will not escape, let alone come to us to seek refuge, I am just a sick tiger, but he is a real tiger going down the mountain." "
As a result, the name "Xiashan Tiger" became Li Qingshan's first name.
And when the heads of dozens of Black Wind bandits were hung on the city head, Li Qingshan's name was spread to the extreme.
Large snowflakes fell from the sky, and in the middle of the night, a black shadow rushed up to the city, took off the head of the third master, and then galloped back to the Black Wind Cottage, and sent it to the village owner Xiong Xiangwu.
Xiong Xiangwu, just like his nickname, is not only unusually tall, but also has thick black hair, and looks like a bear from a distance, and you can tell that this person has natural divine power. He got up and looked around, whether it was the masters on both sides of the line or the bandits around him, no one dared to make a sound.
"Boom!" His giant palm like a bear's paw was slammed violently, and the head was smashed together along with the heavy rosewood case: "Incompetent people, this is the end! Those who dare to provoke me will also end up like this! "
Pieces of wood shot around, and several nearby bandits were all stabbed in the face, but no one dared to say a word.
The second-in-command shook a folding fan and got up, but he was a scholar dressed as a middle-aged man, and at this season, he was still wearing a long gown, which showed a deep internal force, "Village master, the third master was seriously injured by someone who was attacked with a splitting stone bow, so he couldn't beat that kid." "
"Splitting stone bow? Huang Binghu! Xiong Xiangwu's eyes showed a hint of vigilance, "Didn't he get seriously ill?" "
"I heard that his illness is cured!" Xiong Xiangwu's brows turned into a river, and he pondered for a while.
On Bai Lao Peak, Yang Jun said: "Haven't you found it yet?" Anger distorted his handsome face, he was a gentleman and didn't have so much patience.
"Young master, I recently heard a piece of news!" Chi Da said.
"Lemazhuang Huang Binghu's illness is cured!"
"So what?" Yang Jun said impatiently.
Chi Da secretly scolded a straw bag: "I heard that his illness is a chronic disease, and only spiritual ginseng can cure it!" "
Yang Jun's eyes lit up, and he wanted to go to Lemazhuang immediately to question clearly, but he was not crazy yet, and said with a calm face: "Go invite my father, spiritual ginseng is not so easy to digest, even if you eat it, you have to spit it out for me!" "
In such a hustle and bustle, no one paid attention, and a piece was dug up behind Li Qingshan's house, and the porcelain altar with white bones disappeared.
Li Qingshan's lips crawled out of the pool water, lay down on a dry grass, looked at the gray sky on the white waterfall, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist.
This kind of practice is simply deadly, but Li Qingshan has to squeeze out all his physical strength and true qi before he is willing to climb ashore to rest for a while.
After taking a sip of spiritual wine, the body regained its warmth, and the depleted true qi surged again.
The bonfire was roasting wild beasts, exuding a strong aroma, and Xiao An squatted aside like a professional barbecue master, turning the wooden fork while sprinkling the seasoning brought from home on it, concentrating.
Seeing Li Qingshan come out, he cut off a large piece of meat with a hunting knife and held it to his mouth, and saw Li Qingshan gobbling it up for a while, and then smiled.
Li Qingshan ate with a mouth full of oil, and suddenly said in surprise: "Aren't you afraid of fire?" Xiao An was afraid of the sun and the flames, and there were many restrictions on his actions, so it was impossible to squat next to the flames so carelessly, and although it was cloudy today, Xiao An often hid in the locust wood card and refused to come out.
Xiao An hesitated and could not answer.
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Did you learn any magical powers from Brother Niu?" It's not easy to get something out of its hands, why do you want to hide it from me? "
Xiao An hesitated, and struggled to take out a porcelain altar from the grass, Li Qingshan opened the lid and saw that a bloody smell came to his face, and there was a small white bone inside, dripping with bright red blood.
The two colors of red and white are extremely dazzling and distinct, full of evil and bloody feelings.
Li Qingshan frowned: "What is this?" "
Xiao An was like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head and not speaking.
"Zhu Yan White Bone Dao!" Qingniu suddenly appeared and said five words.
"This is also a magical power?"
"The yin ghost has no physical body, although it looks free and can avoid the eyes and ears of ordinary people, but when cultivating, it has congenital defects, and it is afraid of fire and light, and is restrained by many spells."
But this is not without a solution, slowly absorbing yang energy is just the most crude method, and the vast Buddhist Dharma has clouds, red and pink skeletons, white bones and flesh, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. In a single thought, red powder can turn into skeletons, white bones can also give birth to flesh, there are Buddhist monks who want to prove the position of bodhisattva but fail, are eaten by the catastrophe, unwilling and indignant, demonic thoughts are born, from the Buddha to the devil, reverse the mana, create the "Zhuyan White Bone Dao", refine the white bone relics, cultivate the white bone demon god, and call himself the White Bone Bodhisattva.